my naruto story

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

"Richard, this isn't helping"

No, but then it's not as if anything else, from polite requests to more vocal annoyance at their antics, has worked, has it? What *will* these kids listen to? It's not as though polite requests *haven't* been tried - and look where that's got us. Indeed, most of them think their antics are a bit of a laugh and go out of their way to disrupt the boards, so if a spot of counter-spamming is all that's left, that's just too bad, isn't it...?

Yeah, so one or two have you said, but that hasn't translated into any changes in your behaviuor here, has it?

I no longer care, to be honest.